Young Thug - Droppin Jewels lyrics

[Chorus] (Show me that I'm done, I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah) Ain't no more reminiscin' Ain't no more judgin', no intuition (Tell me why I'm livin', why am I remaining here?) I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen I taught my son how to stack that sh*t to the ceiling [Verse 1] Drop a body, and you wouldn't have to pay for lunch I told my dawg I'm ridin' whether he right or wrong I done got big, they record my life through a drone I told my b*tch to stand behind me, I'm in my zone She like, "How the fu*k you ain't never wrote a song?" Same reason your fine ass ain't never wore a thong You ain't ridin' for life, then I'd just rather ride alone Bought you a spot, now you don't ever gotta go Yeah, I told my ni**a I'ma drop the jewels on him You gotta go through this sh*t with your heart, you can't snooze on it It's bad, you better get rid of it or lose on it I know you heard that old saying about bad fruit, homie Huh, if you can't beat 'em, knock it out 'em Huh, if you gon' kill 'em, better not be sloppy I told my daughter, "Keep one in the head," she ain't gotta co*k it I told my son if he wanted to live, he might catch a body I told my son he ain't a cheerleader but he might gotta catch a body His driver named Joe, but he still can't do it sloppy I just hopped up out that Ghost, I been drivin' a dead body I ain't really into nothin', but I spend it like a hobby I was locked inside the trap, didn't think about it, but I got out it And my cars and clothes exotic Ain't 6ix9ine, but two hoes with me right now, you can call me Shotti I been droppin' all my Vicks and now the FBI won't stop me Got this sh*t on fire like Takis, ni**a, woah, woah [Chorus] (Show me that I'm done, I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah) Ain't no more reminiscin' Ain't no more judgin', no intuition (Tell me why I'm livin', why am I remaining here?) I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen I taught my son how to stack that sh*t to the ceiling [Verse 2] Yeah, they complimentin' my new Rolls Royce TV in the front of that motherfu*ker like a tour bus Spirit of ecstasy got me feelin' so blessed, you see I told my b*tch I was 'bout to go shoot up Treaster Tree Half a million dollars on my dawgs and all my cars Couple millions to my mama and my pa Got the sniper on the roof for ni**as tryna act hard I just bought a brand new coupe, and it's a black Jaguar Matte black, old Trans Am, thank you, ma'am We gon' make us a porn star video, new cam I came up just watchin' my pop gamble my food stamps I just cause cramps, I don't go back and forth with tramps Baby, we stamped, just for that, I'ma call you "Ma'am" With the T-Rex, I just gave my daddy the Cam I got the sheets wet Pick that lil' b*tch up, then I slam her like I'm from B-X Then I fold her up like a clam, yeah It was dark, then I came to the light I was poor, and now my doors suicide I don't know how to make it right, right Got four Birkins for you, keep it light, light I don't care about you leavin' me I got no time to try to make it right I just hope you find another life I'll pick you up if you ever fall, right? (Woah, woah, woah) [Chorus] (Show me that I'm done, I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah) Ain't no more reminiscin' Ain't no more judgin', no intuition (Tell me why I'm livin', why am I remaining here?) I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen I taught my son how to stack that sh*t to the ceiling